Decency
Alucard's (quite normal) behavior evoked a meeting between Hellsing and Iscariot. Neither were pleased or would be, that was not uncommon when the count was involved. They were to discuss how tight his leash would be from then on, being an awfully disobedient dog from the Hellsing Organization.
He was thrilled.
Certainly not because his master was as angry as she'd ever be, although that was amusing. Nor was it because both groups would come to the conclusion that the count was hopeless. No, the Judas Priest would be required to attend, but not admitted to the meeting. He planned to do as he would any other time they met. Like hell the vampire would be allowed near the Vatican, so both groups met at the Hellsing manor upon Sir Integra's request. Alucard had not anticipated the discussion to take place during the day. He was too tired to argue.
As usual, the papist kept him waiting. On a smallish bench on the first floor. Hellsing and Iscariot has spoken for an hour at most before he decided to show up. The vampire was tempted to retreat to his coffin, but felt Anderson's presence and a grin spread across his face. He stood. Jackal was in his hand before the priest could set foot in the manor.
"Gev et a rest, wood ye?" He said, noticeably tired as well. "As much as Ah hate ye, Am nut here tae fight ye."
"You never fail to disappoint, Judas Priest", the vampire managed through his restlessness. "Afraid to die among Protestants?"
"Ey took mah bayonets at the door," Anderson growled, sitting on the bench. Alucard, finding it useless to continue, sat down beside him on what little room the bench offered.
The count insulted him for as long as Anderson could bear to stay silent. Finally, he asked "'Av ye always been like thes? Whit culd make someone sae hateful?"
Alucard hadn't expected this of him. He'd wanted the priest to return his insults, threaten him. The vampire might not have thought that much of his inquiry had he been in his right mind (as right as it was usually), but it bothered him a bit. His past nagged at his mind, everything that troubled him resurfacing. Alucard's filter wasn't the best to begin with, but the daylight without rest made him think less and less about what he was saying.
"You've not been captured and raped, priest. You'd know about it though, Catholicism dictates." So some of the normal Alucard was still there. "You know not of torture", he continued absently. "Captivity, limitation. A monster becomes so when it tries to be tame."
Anderson said nothing until the meeting was over half an hour later. Iscariot made their leave, and he stood, turning to the count.
"Ah won't be without mae bayonets again, heathen."